Matchmaker Surprise
Chapter 41
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Stevan has looked at the pity of his wife, who has been daydreaming since they lost their future son. Like this morning, Dara was cutting vegetables with a blank look. In fact, the woman was unaware of Stevan's presence beside her.
“Ah!”
Dara gasped from her daydream as her finger accidentally sliced through the knife she was wearing. He immediately ran towards the sink, intending to wash his hands. When she finished, Dara turned her back, she was again jolted when she found Stevan was already behind her.
“Since when were you there?”
“Since you cut vegetables while daydreaming,” said Stevan, he led his wife to sit on the dining table chair.
The man stepped back to take P3K and approached his wife again.
“Don't be so dreamy, darling. Not good,” he said, while putting plaster to the wound of the wife.
Realizing no answer from Dara, Stevan looked up, looking at his wife who was again daydreaming. Stevan sighed for a while, before waving his hand in front of Dara's face.
“Hei, new also spelled, do not like daydreaming, Dar,” scold Stevan.
“There used to be a trust from God that was given to us, but now God is taking his trust again. Did I make a big mistake that I didn't realize I had done, huh? Is God punishing us again, because we had time to delay having children?” dara asked, rubbing her stomach that had returned flat with tears that began to drip.
“Hey, it is not good to be prejudiced at the destiny that God has given. Believe it or not, in every destiny that God has laid out for us, there must be wisdom in it,” said Stevan, he rubbed Dara's head gently and brought her into his arms.
Dara was crying in the warm arms of her husband. Dara is unable, Dara is just a fragile woman who pretends to be strong in front of others.
Who should Dara blame for the loss of their future child? The one who can't take care of his future baby? Or the man she didn't know, who pushed her to a fall?
“Mama, Papa!”
That call from Heaven made Dara take off her embrace, she was as fast as lightning wiping her tears. Dara did not want to look weak in front of her children.
Dara turned her back, there was the Sky— who was neatly wearing her school uniform—who was stepping up to them with Gervan— who was wearing a house— outfit behind her.
“Good morning, Honey!” greet Dara, trying cheerfully. Even though his eyes cannot lie.
“Mama why cry?” gervan asked, he took a seat next to Dara.
Dara shakes. “Mama no papa, Mama just glimpsed aja earlier.”
The sky looked at Dara for a while then turned towards Stevan while stretching out his arms, hinting that the child wanted to sit on the lap of the father.
Little Sky's outstretched hand rubbed Dara's cheeks gently. “Mama don't cry.” The sky momentarily stopped his activity, he took something from the pocket of the pants he was wearing. “Elang has chocolate pelmen,” he continued, giving a packet of chocolate candy to Dara.
Dara smiled haru, he took the candy while slowly shuffling the Sky's hair.
“Thank you, Darling.”
“Well, that's a smile. Mama is beautiful if she smiles, hehe,” praise the sky, laughs shyly.
“Still small already can tempt mama nih, yes,” said Stevan, pinching the nose Sky is anxious.
“Ih, Papa. Eagle does not tempt Mama, really. The eagle only speaks facts. Yes, ‘kan, Bang Van?” ask Sky, asking for approval on the child who had been silent as an observer.
Dara moved from her seat, intending to prepare the fried rice she had made. Actually, the woman also intended to fry the egg as her topping. However, void, because his hand accidentally sliced the knife when cutting the onion earlier.
“Nih, eat first, after that Mama deliver to school, Mama all want to check the store.”
The sky immediately looked at Dara. “If Mama is still sick, Mama is home. Terminate, healthy fast bial.”
Dara shook her head, while sitting on the chair opposite the Sky seat.
“Mama is healthy, Darling.”
“Elang just do not want if Mama entered the hospital like that time. Eagles sad to see Mama's hand pierced jalum long ago,” confide in the Sky.
Dara laughed softly. “That's been a long time, darling. Yes already, now we eat first, do not forget to read prayer.”
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Stevan stopped his car right in front of TK Harum Bangsa. She looked back, where her two children were sitting.
“Envigorous learning yes, papa children, so that it can be successful people in the future.”
Sky nodded. “Beles, Pa. Eagles want to be a cantolan kayak Papa, whose performance is only in the room, which has its AC,” said Sky enthusiast.
“The ideas are good, the important thing is Elang studied diligently, so be the boss,” Stevan message.
“Okay, Pa. If so, tulun Eagle yes, Pa.” The sky immediately kissed the back of Stevan's hand and got out of the car.
Stevan nodded, he drove back to Dara's cake shop. It only took ten minutes, the car he was driving back stopped.
Stevan turned his eyes to Dara.
“Honey, I hope with how you are here, you can forget your sadness for a moment. I don't want you to stay in the sadness. Yes indeed, maybe you can lie.”
Dara looked at Stevan for a moment and then looked down deeply. She thought she had managed to manipulate everyone into being okay, but she was wrong. Beside him, there was a man who always understood his feelings, without having to bother Dara to reveal.
It's not that Dara doesn't want to share her grief, it's just that Dara's way of thinking is different. She did not want to be and add to the burden of other people's minds, even though it was her own husband. It's enough Dara alone to bear this sadness, people around him do not.
“Honey,” call Stevan soft.
Dara looked up, staring right at Stevan's eyeballs.
“Have grieved, huh? Here, there is me, Eagle, and Gervan who prefer your smile, your laughter, and your candlesticks, not your silence,” said Stevan, gently rubbing the wife's head.
Slowly Dara nodded. Even if she doesn't know, she can no longer be sad. But what's wrong with saying it, right? At least, in Dara's heart, she would try to dispel her grief, albeit slowly.
“Yes already, now you come in, I'll go home if there is no meeting,” said Stevan, pulled the head of the wife to get closer, then kissed the woman's forehead.
Dara smiled, this is what she liked about Stevan from a long time ago. His gentle attitude never changed.
“You don't have to pick up, I'll take a taxi. Her work spirit, dear.” Dara clenched her hands in the air and got out of the car.
Stevan nodded. “I'll be more excited, if you and the kids are happy, honey,” muttered Stevan, honking and then returning to the car.
To be continued ....
